She met with Almaris

[Luxury 1082]

Thus did that elfess emerge from the forest. Having saturated herself with the great wisdom of isolation, one of the primordial teachers in Life, she took up the robes and hat of her masters. Be it coincidence or a greater calling, her attunement to the timeline of the Descendants can be viewed as an omen. Now more than any prior age, tensions boiled over… Public opinion of the Arcane was diving into unforeseen depths. This great polarity demanded a voice of reason, and so she was. Upon the break of the new era, cataclysm with the fall of the Voidal city threatened to upheave the Balance. 

 

Yet there is a power in Disaster that catalyzes transformation; It is another one of our great primal teachers. It is woven into the orderly nature of Material, of the plane and likewise it’s people, to push back against certain destruction. Creation and Chaos, inseparable warring concepts. She who treads between these ideas had come to know them as though they were merely parts of herself, and could string them into place when she felt the balance skewed. 

 

Now in the Halls of Creation, the nesting place of The Mages Guild, did she root. Her branches reached into every aspect of thought and function that the Guild could provide and she breathed life unto the crafts once more. Beneath her leaves were the chrysalises, where the adamant seekers could transform. In this age of great change, the importance of asserting the place of Arcana in the realm was clear. She would nurture Academia with all of her remaining essence.

 

 

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scratching that creative writing itch.

 

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